Wednesday, March 30, 2011

You call that parenting?

For the first time in my life, I feel like beating the living crap out of ten year olds.  And I wouldn't feel one bit bad about it.  I feel like picking them up by their ears and screaming horrible, profain things at them. 

And that's how I feel about bullies. 

He is the sweetest little tender-hearted person I know.  He loves talking.  Loves to chat with you about any topic.  He could beat most guys my age at COD Black Ops.  He is an amazing little wakeboarder.  Next Parks Beaunifay (I have no idea how to spell that) if you ask me.  He looks out for the little guy.  He lifts up the hands that hang down.  Here is a story.  He saw some neighbor kids selling lemonade, and he felt bad that they weren't getting any business.  So he grabbed his own money that he had earned, I think it was $30.00, and gave it to them.  He said, "Here.  I know how hard it can be to be out here and not make much money."  He loves to give me hugs when I come home.  He likes knock knock jokes, and LOVES gushers.  He wants to be just like his older brothers.  He has a stutter.  It's easy to get annoyed by it, but he just wants someone to hang in there and let him finish his story.  The most valuable thing you can give him is your time and attention.  He will do anything if you ask him nicely.  He can do the tango like it's his day job.  Reading outloud is hard for him.  He has never had a best friend.  Well, never had one that has treated him like a friend.  Yesterday, no one would let him sit on their seat on the bus.  He tried to sit in the isle way, but the bus driver got mad.  Still, no one offered him a seat.  So he went to the back and layed down on the floor where the bus drive couldn't see him.  His "friends" tell him they can't play, and then get together and play football across the street.  He never has a partner for school projects, unless it's assigned.  One day on the way home from school, neighbor kids said terrible things to him.  So terrible that the little girl who lives across the street came home crying to her mom because they were so burtal.  He used to have stomach aches every day.  He tried switching schools, twice actually.  But he ended up going back because it wasn't any different.  Hopefully, the love he feels from his family will be enough. 

And that's why I feel like injuring small children.  What did he ever do, to anyone? And guess what.  His biggest bullies are YOUR kids.  Yep.  Your perfect angels who you love and adore.  Your kids who live houses away from him, and you have no idea.  And it makes me want to take a dump in your mail box.  They don't have to be his best friend, but they can at least treat him like a human being. 

Thursday, March 24, 2011


This just in: Michael Macfarlane will be serving in the China, Hong Kong mission.  He will report to the MTC on August 3rd, 2011.

90 percent of the time, I am right ALL THE TIME.  And I won prize money for my spot on guess. 

Make love not war,


Tuesday, March 22, 2011


Right now I am listening to "Take a Chance on Me" by ABBA because I just found my long lost Ipod (ummmm maybe a year and a half of not being listened to) and it has some GREAT hits on it.  I even have the Backstreet Boys on there.  And I can't help but get down with my bad self when I hear that song. Also, I once tried to be a backup singer on a karaoke game for this song, and it was truly exhausting! Try saying "take a chance take a chance, take a chicka chan chance" over and over again for three minutes straight.  It takes talent. Also, I am so excited to again begin dedicating the song "Express Yourself" at random times to Eric.  It makes me laugh really hard.  And it makes his eyes roll really hard.

Anyway, I got a letter from University of Utah last Saturday.  Don't worry, I have only bee waiting at the mailbox every day for two weeks for the mail lady to see if it has come.  I opened it and guess what.....they said that I am on a waiting list in case any of their first picks drop out.  Poor Eric had to hold me while I cried for about, oh, two and a half hours.  Because CLEARLY that means there is no chance of me getting in.  And if I don't get in, I will most certainly die.  Sometimes you have to just roll your eyes at yourself.  I often have to.  What this means is that I still have a chance, and I am so thankful for that.  And if I don't end up getting accepted, maybe that means I really am not cut out for two years of super stressful school, which I didn't think I was in the first place.  Maybe they saw my resume and said, "Hey this girl is WAY TO SUCCESSFUL.  We need to give someone else a chance to rock at life first." and that is just fine by me.  If I have to wait another year to apply again, guess just puts me right in line with the rest of the people my age.  I AIN'T SCURRED.  anymore.  Plus, when I told my family they all congratulated me, because to them that means I am as good as in.  They are the best. 

Did you know there is a wonderful man in my life?  It's true.  I love him soooo much.  He is one of the most handsome, smart, funny, charming, and cavalier people I know.  And he is defiantly not my husband.  Check out this stud. 

You want a date don't you?  SORRY.  My kid brother is off limits for about two and half years, because he is getting his mission call this week!!  I am very excited for him.  My top three guesses are 1. Taiwan.  2.  Hong Kong.  3. Portugal. Just in case he doesn't speak Chinese.  I let you know when I'm right.  Bottom line, whoever this guy chooses to marry is a dang lucky girl.  Your children will be beautiful.

Wanna see another stud?  Hang on to your pantyhose. 

That is the face Eric's little brother makes after he finds out he will be living in Russia for two years.  So excited and also very afraid for his life!
Here is one more question.  How could you love this face? 

Well, if you have a face like this:

You probably wouldn't mind so much.  This was our valentines day date.  We are darling, so hush your mouth. 

I almost forgot, I got free food from the grocery store.  Smiths had a sale on pasta where if you buy ten, packages were only 49 cents each.  Then I printed off a ton of coupons online for $1.00 off two package.  Which makes those things FREE FREE TOTALLY FREE.  So I got thirty packages of pasta for free.  I also got five mango's, ten packages of yogurt, two packages of bagels, and a loaf of bread.  Total price of my order? $5.12.   Blink and look again.  You saw right.  Five dollars and twelve cents.  They don't call me food stamps for nothin. 

Sunday, March 6, 2011


I read this at today.  The same thought has been on my mind recently.  I feel like there is a lot of hypocrisy that goes on when it comes to religion.  I have heard a lot of talk about some of my own beliefs and how narrow minded they are.  I have heard people say that the church I belong to needs to be more accepting of all different lifestyles and choices because "its who they are." Every time I hear that I think, "well you don't seem very respectful and accepting of MY lifestyle.  You don't seem very accepting of MY beliefs."  Excuse me for not changing what I believe to follow social trends.  Pardon me for being faithful to my religion, believing in God, and trying to obey His commandments.  It seems like people who oppose my religion can be as critical of me and my church as they want, but I'm not allowed to speak out against someone else.  If I do, I'm judgemental.  I'm narrow minded.  I get eyes rolled at me and gasped at if I speak what I believe, but everyone else would love to tell me what they think and how I am wrong.  I have never told anyone how they should live their life.  If I am asked my opinion, I give it honestly.  What makes people think they can tell me what I should believe? Why can't they respect my choices the way I respect theirs? 

There are teachings and commandments and doctrine in the church that I don't understand.  There are things I have doubts about.  There are also things that I know are true.  There are teachings that kept me out of trouble in high school.  There are teachings that taught me to serve and love everyone.  There are teachings that helped me understand why I have trials and how I can repent and be a better person.  So, I don't throw the baby out with the bathwater.  That is what I love the most about the LDS church.  I love that I don't have to know the answer to everything.  I can gain a testimony of gospel principles one at a time, and I am allowed to doubt and have questions.  In fact, I'm encouraged to study out in my mind and my heart if what the church teaches is true.  I love that I can put commandments to the test and see how I feel about it and see if I get blessings from them. 

In the Book of Mormon, it says that men are free to choose.  Free to choose the right or the wrong.  I don't want to take that choice away from anyone, but there is still right and wrong out there.  Those definitions don't change.  When the world says, people should be able to do (fill in the blank), I agree.  They should be able to choose to do whatever they want with their life.  What I disagree with is whether that choice is right or wrong.  Same sex relationships are a sin.  But people can certainly choose to do that if they please, and I'm not going to tell anyone they CANT do that.  I expect people to do the same for me.  You can think what I do and what I believe is completely backwards and makes me a terrible person.  But I still have the right to make my own choices without having you tell me how I should be. 

I don't mean to offend anyone in what I write.  I just wish we could all play nice.  Thanks for reading, and feel free to post your thoughts.